[..you were always half crazy, now look at you baby..]

for one reason or another my family has retreated to their respective rooms.
school. work. boredom.
i have my moments where i cant sleep.
insanse amount of hours where my mind is so laden with thoughts.
its impossible to silence it.
maybe a bullet would work.

[..you make about as much sense ( Read more... )

there is only one of me.

i cannot please everyone.

so now i pose the question.. what do you all expect me to do?

i have my own fucking problems.

why are all yours so important?

new annoyance for the night.

sick of being known as emma's ex.

oh. my. god. freak out.

blah. blah. blah.

we all love her new girlfriend.

oh yeah shes heaps awesome.

just like the fucking plague was heaps awesome.

im heaps the bad guy.

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i wasnt prepared for this.

"In a world full of suffering, is pain a universally understood, objective phenomenon, or is one never fully able to comprehend the pain of others, even when extrapolating from our own subjective experience?"